[IRP] The First of Many

[Breadophile]

Kalin watched the entire display, somewhat dumbfounded at what had just happened.

"The fuck?"

It's a miracle that in her distraction she didn't have a flaming rock shot at her. It looks like Grass hadn't heard Kalin's scream either, and the bandits that did were mostly dead in a matter of seconds.

In any case, the banged up knight, ironically enough, seemed like he would be just fine with the crazed berserker around him. Even if he wouldn't be, the woman was going to make any sort of action on Kalin's part impossible.

And I thought my brother was a huge sadist...

She turned around to face the other three, some of which were slumped on the ground, all of which looked incredibly uncomfortable. They seemed to have had enough time to catch their breaths, but it was apparently they were in various levels of pain. They'd live, but they weren't all in condition to fight, and her last vulnerary was currently else where.

What can I do?

It's not really the best time to experiment with new things, but Grass doesn't seem to be doing anything at the moment and I can't think of any better idea.

Where's the shop around here?

Kalin found the shop and quickly dismounted, flipping the entire building upside down searching.

"Found it!" In her hand she held a... generic healing staff.

Supposedly the falcoknights of old knew how to use staves. It was somewhat of a dying art, but not unheard of. She had stored the sword in a side pocket, freeing up a hand. She tried thinking really hard about the staff and healing others, almost getting a brain cramp in the process.

"Grrr!... No dice. Hmm..."

She took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly.

It can't be that hard. Tons of people manage to do it. Okay Kalin, concentrate. Imagine the magic just flowing out of your heart, through your hands, and into the staff...

With the staff in her left hand, she tapped the orb on her right forearm. It glowed a bright blue.

Ray would've scoffed at the word "heart" being used to describe the magical source. Well screw him, he couldn't use staves and she could, a fact that was proven by the disappearance of the pegasus' minor scratches. Some other longer-lasting ones went away too. None of her own though. That was simply the curse of using a healing staff.

"Ha-ha! Easy-peasy! Kalin, you're such a genius. Thank you thank you. Praise me more."

"And wow, you look like a new pegasus! Bet the ladies'll be all over you when we get back home."

She scratched his wither (the area where the back meets the neck). He seemed content.

She flew over to the three outside the now firmly destroyed schoolhouse.

"Oi, why are you guys still slumped on the ground? It's been like two minutes. You must be really messed up."

“Wow, bullseye.” As Kalin got closer, she could clearly tell the green-haired man was having some problems with his legs. Thankfully, in the absence of medical supplies she now had something much, much better.

With a wave of her staff she concentrated on his wound… no dice.

How… I guess I touched my pegasus when I did it.

She got off her pegasus, leaving the lance on top of the saddle. She was still slightly limping herself and she made sure to put effort into walking correctly this time. She walked over to Neil and with the staff in her hand glowing, she rubbed her free hand on the wounds on his legs. It was actually a pretty retarded idea. Fortunately for her, it definitely looked like it worked. She couldn’t tell if he was in less pain, though. It was certainly an intrusive act, but she was sure he’d get over it in a few seconds.

“Woah, powerful stuff!”

She wasn’t sure how priests use the staves without touching the targets, but there was no time to ponder such things. She did the same to the minor bruises on Paige and Shad.